what are we you waiting for? wait, don’t answer that out loud. you know. you live it every single moment of every single day.

and sometimes, the waiting threatens to kill you.

i know her pain, my friend’s. the frustration she feels. in my own way. for my own things. we’ve had this camaraderie of waiting, that miles and time hasn’t diminished. we both wait. we both expect. both our hands, arms, hearts….empty.

when will be our time? how much hope can i continue to stuff into this bag swept across my shoulder before i just let it fall to the road? because this epic is turning out to be less of an adventure than i wanted. and i’m a little beyond tired.

advent: the expectation

……………a laboring

…………………….a hope

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Prudence is a 30-something writer who lives in Arizona with her husband Shawn and their chihuahuas Lengua and Zeus. She writes her life, her experiences, and repairing her wings to fly again. Eventually, she hopes to visit India - a place that's captured her heart without ever stepping foot on the soil.

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Prudence is a 30-something writer who lives in Arizona with her husband Shawn and their chihuahuas Lengua and Zeus. She writes her life, her experiences and her crawl back to hope. Eventually, she hopes to visit India – a place that’s captured her heart without ever stepping foot on the soil.